Цитаты из книги Collected Poems

Metaphors

I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loafs big with its yeasty rising. Money's new-minted in this fat purse. I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf. I've eaten a bag of green apples, Boarded the train there's no getting off.

You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns. — from Poppies in July

What happens between us Happens in darkness, vanishes Easy and often as each breath.

— from Blue Moles

Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.